Broken Harbor (Sparrow Falls #3)

by Catherine Cowles

There was something about that, his toes peeking out from beneath baggy sweats.

Thieves was probably the most accurate term Thea could’ve picked. Because Cope was a damn thief. Without me realizing it and without my permission, he’d stolen my heart.

I haven’t changed my sheets since you slept in my bed because I don’t want to smell anything else. It’s hell. But I’ll gladly go down in those flames.”

“And the way you say my goddamned name. I want to know how your tongue curves around it when I sink into you. When you’re pulsing around my cock and sucking me deep.”

‘I love you more than bees love⁠—’” “Honey.”

“Because you scare the hell out of me, Warrior. Because you make me feel more than I ever thought I could.”

“Thanks for letting me in.” I looked up at the slightly hazy vision of him. “Thief,” I muttered. His mouth curved. “Never afraid to play dirty when it comes to you.”